Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
 |
|
|
|
STANZAS TO JULIA. |
|
 | Poems and Songs |  |
333
STANZAS TO JULIA.
Pour forth the cup of fame
To those who high would shine;
A prouder wreath I'd weave for thee—
A happy home be thine!
To those who high would shine;
A prouder wreath I'd weave for thee—
A happy home be thine!
Some sparkle in the throng,
Some charm within the hall;
But thou, with native loveliness,
Shedd'st glory over all!
Some charm within the hall;
But thou, with native loveliness,
Shedd'st glory over all!
Bright flow'rets fade away,
The loved of look and name;
But thou, 'mid years of chance and change,
Still bloom'st to us the same!
The loved of look and name;
But thou, 'mid years of chance and change,
Still bloom'st to us the same!
Thine eye is still as bright,
Thy cheek is still as fair,
Though round thy form, like olive plants,
The fond ones gather there
Thy cheek is still as fair,
Though round thy form, like olive plants,
The fond ones gather there
334
Health, peace, and joy to all,
Through many passing years,
Shower down on each a mother's love,
“But spare a mother's tears!”
Through many passing years,
Shower down on each a mother's love,
“But spare a mother's tears!”
Nor 'mid our fond requests,
Fair Julia, made for thee,
Would we forget thy bosom's lord,
The generous and the free!
Fair Julia, made for thee,
Would we forget thy bosom's lord,
The generous and the free!
He needs no honours given,
When men fill high the wine;
His glory and his honour is,
To hold that heart of thine!
When men fill high the wine;
His glory and his honour is,
To hold that heart of thine!
When life's rough blast is o'er,
By which man's bark is driven,
May thou and thine an anchor find
Within the port of heaven!
By which man's bark is driven,
May thou and thine an anchor find
Within the port of heaven!
| Poems and Songs | |